During my review days, I promised to myself not to hold a camera for me to concentrate.

So, I resorted to my camera phone.

This photo is crap, Isn’t it? but what makes a photo whimsical is the memories that flashes back to you when you saw it again. And with this photo, I remember those days wherein I have to find my own places to study. A place of my own comfort zone. Through this photo I remember my perseverance as a student/reviewee. I remember myself going outside our house not to hangout with my friends but to study in the library or in some other places. A lot of memories draws back to me with this single photo.

This photo is crap. But still whimsical, not because of its quality but because of its memories.

we are a fighter.